Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 62 The female school doctor won't help male students alleviate the pain of heartbreak.

Aoyama Risa, clutching his right arm, walked out of the baseball field.

"Yonghai, this is enough. I can go to the infirmary by myself."

The female manager of the baseball team quickly said, "It's alright, Aoyama-kun, I know the shortest route from the baseball field to the infirmary!"

"It's alright, it's alright, I'm very familiar with the infirmary."

"Aoyama was injured in the baseball team. As the baseball team manager, I have an obligation to go with you to check on your injury."

“It’s really okay, look.” Aoyama Risa showed her his right hand.

Although he was experiencing sharp, throbbing pains, he endured them without showing any sign of distress.

Seeing that Shang Ai was sighing to the side.

“Nagami-san,” she said, “could you apologize to the tennis club on his behalf? I’ll take care of him.”

"this."

"Yonghai-kun, please, I'm really worried about the female members of the tennis club!" Aoyama Risa quickly added another attack.

"Oh well."

Yonghai jogged toward the tennis court, her short skirt swaying as she walked, occasionally revealing glimpses of her safety shorts.

Honestly, it doesn't look good to have safety shorts showing. Of course, mistaking safety shorts for underwear is another matter entirely.

"I wonder if the tennis club members are alright." Seeing that Aoyama was staring at him, Aoyama pretended to be looking at the tennis court.

It seems a bit odd to be overly concerned about a girl wearing a tennis skirt.

The tennis team members were fine, as they were laughing as they went to return the baseball to the baseball field.

The infirmary wasn't far; we arrived quickly.

“It’s you again.” Kuze Oto, with her robotic beauty, nodded to Aoyama Risa.

"Yes, that's right." Aoyama Risa was a little embarrassed, but she didn't really care.

He had already set up the infirmary as a respawn point. Is it shameful to frequently appear at the respawn point?

"What happened?" Kuseon looked at his arm.

"When playing baseball, you swing the bat too hard."

Kuseon reached out and started massaging his body: "How does this feel?"

"no feelings."

"how about this?"

"Ah~ah~ah!"

Kuseon then had him pose in different ways.

"Make the amplitude even larger."

"I'm... I can't take it anymore, teacher!"

"Just bear with it, let's change positions."

Kuseon sat down and said, "It's alright, no need for X-rays. Just in case, come to the infirmary every day at noon this week."

"Teacher, can I ask for leave this afternoon? I just want to stay in the infirmary," said Aoyama Rika.

Kuseon's calm and beautiful eyes scanned him as she asked, "Did you get hit on the head?"

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"I wasn't hit by a baseball, but I was blinded by love." Ai glanced at Osamu Aoyama.

I've already said it, it's the system that likes you.

“You can also come to me for psychological counseling,” Kuze said. “Aoyama-kun, you might really have psychological problems.”

"Why?!"

Aoi, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement.

“Generally speaking, no one would play baseball and end up like you, completely disregarding their body.”

“I have reasons why I have to do this,” Aoyama said.

She glanced at him again upon seeing him.

Aoyama felt that his liking for Aoi was like a car that had taken the wrong highway. Even though it was on the wrong road, it could only keep going forward, and it couldn't slow down.

"Stay in the infirmary this afternoon."

Aoyama looked up and saw Kuseon typing on the computer, probably helping him get a sick leave slip.

"Thank you, teacher!" Aoyama Risa stood up and bowed.

Whether it's for studying or for self-massage, the infirmary is more convenient than the classroom.

"Go to bed yourself. I've already spoken to your homeroom teacher," said Kushine.

Aoyama Ryou went to her familiar bed, and saw Ai following behind her; the two looked like a game team from an old video game. "What is it that you want to talk to me about?" Ai asked.

Aoyama Riki first pulled the curtain up.

“Here’s the thing,” he said, “if my sister and younger sister ask, could you say that the person I was dealing with was you?”

"Why?" Jian Shangai leaned against the windowsill with her arms crossed. Outside the window was a clear, blue April sky, and her black hair swayed slightly.

"Miyaeko and our family have a bit of a grudge, well, we've had some conflicts, so we don't want to associate with her or owe her any favors."

I saw Aoyama Rin looking at him.

"What's wrong?" This was the first time Aoyama Ryo had been scrutinized like this.

"Is Miyako Yaeko someone your family absolutely doesn't want to owe favors to?"

"It can't be said to be 'absolutely'."

"Why did you keep the deal a secret from your sisters?"

"To make them feel better."

"So," Mikami Ai's gaze became even more distant, "you knew that doing this would make them uncomfortable, and you even went so far as to keep it from them, just to make a deal with Miyako Yaeko, all to get the money as soon as possible?"

Aoyama Rika could explain it by saying it was for Ono Mika's final high school life.

But given his current image, any explanation he gives will be seen as a cover-up and sophistry.

Besides, he didn't really like seeing Shang Ai, so he didn't care about their relationship being so cold.

She had no choice before, the system was acting strangely, and she needed her help, but now she had a better reason—she strained her muscles while playing baseball.

"Yes." He nodded.

Seeing that Shang Ai's gaze no longer held a scrutinizing quality.

“I will keep it a secret,” she said. “Starting today, you no longer need to come to the Department of Philosophy Studies in Athens. Just take a picture of the manuscript with your phone and send it to me.”

Seeing that Shang Ai had left the wall and stepped out of the curtain, her footsteps gradually faded into the preparatory bell.

When the preparatory bell rang, her footsteps also disappeared.

"My head hurts." Aoyama thought to himself that he hadn't brought his textbooks.

The curtain was suddenly pulled open, and Kuseon appeared in front of him.

"Teacher?!" Aoyama Risa exclaimed in surprise, "Why was there no footsteps?!"

"Preparation bell," said Kuze.

".Too."

However, generally speaking, it's also impressive to be able to immediately realize that the preparatory bell was masking the footsteps.

"Teacher, what's the matter?"

“You can’t be alone right now,” Kuze-on said.

"Why?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

He was even planning to review the morning's lessons in his mind, or maybe he'd secretly get a massage.

“I graduated from the University of Tokyo and have clinical psychologist certifications in multiple countries. Okay, take off your shirt.”

"Wait, teacher, wait, I understand now why I can't be alone, but I don't understand why I have to take off my clothes?"

"The best way to heal from heartbreak is to start a new relationship. I can't be your lover, but I can heal your arm strain. You can take the opportunity to daydream and heal the pain of heartbreak."

"Heartbroken?!" Aoyama Riku was even more confused!
"Take it off."

".All right."

There's no way around it; if a psychologist says they've broken up with someone, then they definitely have.

One minute later.

"what!!!"

Aoyama Risa couldn't possibly let her imagination run wild; Kuzene was really treating her muscle strain!

“Teacher,” he said, panting, “do you usually treat other students like this?”

"No." Kuze-on said coldly, her expression unchanging. "They'll complain about you seducing students."

"Then...is that okay for me?"

"Someone as fearless as Aoyama won't complain. I'm going to use my strength now."

"what--"

Through this incident, Aoyama discovered a secret: the infirmary was very soundproof.

It was Kuseon who said it herself, and he also tried it himself.

(End of this chapter)